Chapter 56 Crane White-winged Fairy Ship

Chapter 56 Crane White-winged Fairy Ship [Two-in-one for collection!]

The Changyun Hall, which occupies one of the nine dragon veins in the Central Plains, has established the supreme Taoist system and has become a Taoist giant. The secret law of the Immortion Sutra in the hall is a coveted skill in the practice world. It is said that the Changyun Ancestor Xiu's Long Life Sutra, and the worship mansion that received the sutra is in the clouds on Changyun Mountain. Therefore, the ancestor positioned the sect as the Changyun Hall, which means to hide the clouds for the long life.

On both sides of Wuxia, a row of green and Dai's brand-cut stone walls and rivers towering, which were roasted into a colorful barrier by the sunset. A line of white sails flashed with transparent wings. From the downstream, the mountain gate was half covered. That is the crane white-winged boat of Changyun Hall. The crane white-winged boat is made from the dead crane bones in the Changyun Hall, which can resist the wind, water and fire. And there must be more than one crane spirit in the realm of Huashen and more than the realm of Huashen in each crane spirit white-winged ship. The crane spirit is refined by the soul of the dead crane. Therefore, only a crane white-winged boat is equivalent to a large magic weapon.

The river is rolling with layers of turbid waves, and dozens of people in white stand on the sailboat. Standing at the bow of the ship was a young man in a red robe, looking energetic. The young man in red robe smiled and then said, "I said that my brother has also found so many disciples with good qualifications now. Unfortunately, he has to worship the Miaodan Gate of Changyun Hall every day. It's a pity that you Taoist sect can't find disciples." After saying that, the young man in red robe did not forget to laugh and laugh.

The younger brother who was laughed at by the young man in red robe was standing on the edge of the sailpole. The young man in white who looked at the edge of the sail pole was quite handsome, with distinct edges and corners, and his sword eyebrows were heroic. Looking at it was a sense of righteousness. The rapid wind blew his face, and the handsome young man in white ignored the man. Miaodanmen and Daofuzong did not know how many years they had been fighting, and they had never been separated. They were both branches of His Royal Highness Changyun, and the two sects would not really make a complete break.

What I was worried about was that these disciples were seriously brainwashed by the brother these days. It seemed that they all recognized that Daofu Sect was far less than the Miaodan Gate. The meaning between the lines revealed in the words was that there must be no way out as soon as they joined the Daofu Sect. With a long sigh, Dao Fuzong seems to have been used up since the great change. Year after year is not as good as year. It is difficult to find any good seedlings for every recruitment of disciples. After about half a while, the handsome sword eyebrows suddenly frowned, and then whispered, "Well, it smells like blood."

After a while, a teenager's Taoist disciple of the Taoist sect ran over and said respectfully to the young man in white: "Brother, I'm not good. I found a lot of corpses in front of me blocking the way of the boat. The second Danmen brothers were going to burn the body with Danfire, but I'm afraid that if something happens, I will rush to invite the teacher brother. How to decide." The teenager was a little anxious and his face was a little flushed.

After listening to the teenager's words, the young man frowned. How could there be so many bodies in the river for no reason? Looking up and looking, there were indeed a lot of corpses floating not far away. At least hundreds of them seemed to be children. After thinking for a moment, I took out a simple palm-sized mirror from the mustard bag. The mirror was surrounded by silver-white patterns, and directly above it was an eyeball-like ball. The young man twisted his hand, and the palm-sized mirror emitted a slight light. The eyeball-sized ball suddenly bloomed, and a flash of clear light shot into the air, and then exploded, turning into light and shooting in all directions.

"The world?" The young man in white couldn't help but be surprised. Yingshijing is a must-have for monks to go out. Yingshijing, as the name implies. This magic weapon can detect all around. Although the grade of Yingshijing is low, it is only a low-grade treasure, but its use is not lower than that of the middle-level magic weapon. Yingshijing has three low, medium and high grades. The low-level treasure mirror can observe the terrain of kilometers. In addition to the terrain, the intermediate treasure mirror can also detect the fluctuation of life. The advanced treasure mirror can completely clearly present the radius of thousands of miles, and even if you add stealth, it can detect it. Although this treasure mirror is good, it has a time limit. The low-level treasure mirror can only use one tenth of an hour, the middle-level treasure mirror can only use half an hour, and the advanced treasure mirror can only use one hour.

Not only that, low-level mirrors need ten low-grade spiritual stones, intermediate mirrors need ten medium-grade spiritual stones, and advanced mirrors need ten top-grade spiritual stones. Because this technology is only monopolized by Tianbao Pavilion, the price is very expensive, but for monks who are not good at search, Yingshi Mirror is the best magic weapon.

The teenager in white recognized at a glance that this is a high-level Yingshijing, because each Yingshijing Tianbao Pavilion is made of different materials, and the colors are different. From low to high, they are black, white and gold, which are very easy to identify. Although the teenager in white is very envious of this treasure mirror, he is not surprised at all that the young man takes out this treasure mirror. As a disciple of the suzerain of the Taoist sect, one of the two sects of the Taoist giant Changyun Hall, if he can't even show the high-level Yingshijing, he will be laughed at by the world.

A scene appeared in the mirror. A rolling Yangtze River fell between a green mountain. The young man's fingers wrapped around the mirror and dragged it. The Yangtze River immediately expanded many times. It was clear that a white sail ship was parked on the river. The young man's fingers dragged again, and the picture changed. He saw a corpse floating on the river. The young man saw it at first sight. His face immediately changed greatly, and when he turned his fingers around, he saw a halo around each body, but every light was gray, indicating that these people had died. Just when the young people thought that it was full of dead bodies, a faint red aperture appeared. The light red halo has begun to slowly turn gray.

As soon as the young man pulled the picture, he saw a tattered teenager floating in the corpse. The young man in white frowned and said to himself, "There is still breath, it's alive."

As soon as the young man in white saw it, he hurriedly asked, "Brother, do you want to come up?"

The young man did not answer. His fingers circled a strange arc, and saw a clear light flash on the picture and then changed back to the original picture, and then said, "Go ahead, there are no hidden monks and monsters around."

Just as the young man in white was about to run to save people, the young man in red standing in the bow suddenly shouted harshly, and the young man in red waved a hot wind to stop the teenager's way.

Hearing the sound, the young man in white frowned deeper and said unhappily; "Brother Ma, what are you doing?"

The red-robed young man was originally called Ma Shangyang, who was the son of an elder of Miaodanmen. Because of his good talent and the support of the elders, Ma Shangyang's ordinary actions are also extremely domineering, especially when dealing with Taoist Buddhism. Seeing Ren Wuya's appearance, Ma Shangyang smiled and said, "Brother Ren hasn't figured out the situation. Isn't he afraid of bringing disaster to this ship? Besides, I have the highest generation on this ship. How to do what to do should be decided by Ma Shangyang. It doesn't matter if your disciples of Taoist Buddha don't take Ma Shangyang in their eyes, but when it spreads out, they think that your Taoist Sect doesn't put Miaodanmen in their eyes.

Ren Wuya listened to Ma Shangyang's long talk and hat randomly. He was extremely angry, and he opened his mouth and shouted; "Ma Shangyang, I respect you three points. Don't know whether it's good or bad. It's too much."

Ma Shangyang heard this and immediately took the opportunity to lose his temper and said angrily, "Ren Wuya, you are so bold. Can you call my name? I am already the peak of the realm of Jindan. In a few days, I can step into the realm of Yuanying and seek the way of immortality. There is no need to mess between my two generations. Is that what you Taoist sect taught you?"

Listening to Ma Shangyang make such a message, Ren Wuya said, "You have said it yourself, it's not a day. So today you and I are still the same generation. Don't rely on your Miaodanmen to do whatever you want. I will go to the master to sue you and ask the master to join you to the temple to see who can't eat it. Besides, human life is at risk. How can it be said that if you don't save it, you won't save it? Ren Wuya also showed a slight anger and had been patient with the work of Miaodanmen for a long time.

Listening to Wuya's words of saving people, it was also a burst of laughter in my heart, saying, "The task I am waiting for is to bring new disciples back to the school. If it is a trap, who will bear the consequences? Besides, do you think you are the Buddhist bald donkey and cultivate compassion? It's really funny." Seeing the slightly angry Ren Wuya, Ma Shangyang was even more arrogant.

"I'll take care of the consequences." After saying that, Ren Wuya shook his long sleeves and hummed softly. A cyan wind rolled up under his feet and flew towards the people floating in the river.

Seeing that Ren Wuya ignored himself, he couldn't help but be angry and shouted loudly, "I'm here. It's your turn to be wild." Before the words fell, Ma Shangyang held a dark red staff. The staff was seven inches long, and a big spirit bead was inlaid on the top, and the staff was engraved with flames and auspicious clouds. Ma Shangyang held his staff high and sang in a low voice, and the crystal beads gradually emitted red light. Under the pull of the beads, the three big fireballs condensed in front of him in an instant.

Ma Shangyang's staff was lowered, and the head of the staff was pointed, and the three fireballs roared and hit the flying of the royal wind.

The breeze rotates under Ren Wuya's feet, and his body is as light as a swallow. Suddenly, I felt that it was getting hotter and hotter behind my back, and I scolded in my heart, "Okay, Shangyang, the samadhi fireball is used. Do you want to kill people?"

Although Ren Wuya was extremely angry in his heart, his body did not stop. The spiritual power under his feet ran on one side of his body. The blue light flashed and gently swept across the river, like a dragonfly with water. He turned his fingers to the void, and saw his fingers draw in the sky. The strokes instantly formed a spell that emitted blue light. Under the spell The white shadow Taiji rotated slowly, and the surrounding spiritual power poured into the spell with the Taiji. The cyan light became more and more bright and eye-catching.

Looking at the three flying fireballs, Ren Wuya narrowed his eyes and whispered, "The light curse", and immediately pushed out the spell in his hand. As soon as the cyan light spell came out, it turned into a huge cyan light curtain. The light curtain was intercepted in mid-air, flowing with a faint cyan light. The flying fireball was like a sun. The light was reflected by the mirror and bounced back by the light curtain.

"Light Curse" Ma Shangyang was also surprised. He moved his right foot back, half squatted, and crossed his arms. When the samadhi fireball bullied him, he crossed his arms and hit the momentum of Taiji. With a push of his right palm, the dark red samadhi fireball was scattered into a little spark, and the back robe waved the sparks it into spiritual power and digested it.

"Brother Ma, I'm giving up." When Ma Shangyang scattered the fireball, Ren Wuya had rescued the people in the river and held them in his arms.

"Hum" suffered a secret loss, Ma Shangyang was very unhappy, and his face immediately darkened. He snorted coldly and left. Ma Shangyang originally heard that Ren Wuya's cultivation was good, but he had always thought so. However, after today's fight, it was indeed seen that Ren Wuya's cultivation was profound. In his mind, he decided that he must find another opportunity to fight and decide whether to win or lose.

"Xu Ping, you take the teenager down to clean it, and then give him a three-star rejuvenation pill. For mortals, this is enough to come back to life. Presumably, he will wake up in a few hours. It's nothing serious. If he wakes up and brings it to see me, what happened today is a little strange. I want to ask about it. Ren Wuya handed the person in his arms to the teenager in white beside him and ordered him to leave.

The rolling river was running endlessly, and the red remnants of the sun fell into the West Mountain. The night came in his familiar posture. In the open sky, there are only gray and white clouds flowing. Where the clouds are missing, you can also see the half-corner sky and one or two stars, but the most interesting thing that looks is still the half-circum moon shadow that is still missing

"Brother, the teenager woke up." Xu Ping whispered beside Ren Wuya.

"You saved me?" A cold voice sounded behind Xu Ping. Following the source of the sound, Ren Wuya saw a young man with a beautiful face, which was much more rosy than when he was just rescued in the water. Originally, Xia Shaofeng's face was covered by dirt, but now he is also a handsome boy who cleans and changes into clothes.

"What's your name and where is your home?"

"Xia Shaofeng, homeless."

"What about your parents?"

"Dead"

"Do you have any other relatives?"

"Dead."

Xia Shaofeng has never had too many expressions. His eyes are cold, and he seems to be indifferent to everything. Maybe it's because of the sword of love. Now Xia Shaofeng is simply different. Now Xia Shaofeng's soul is still in a weak period, which is greatly affected by the love sword, so it shows the coldness of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

"Then why are you in the river?" Xu Ping, who was beside him, asked curiously.

"Escape for your life." When Xia Shaofeng said this, his eyes were full of murder. It's creepy.

"Escape for your life?" Xu Ping looked very surprised. Ren Wuya was also surprised. First of all, he was curious about what Xia Shaofeng said, and when he came, he was surprised by Xia Shaofeng's murderous intention. What kind of hatred does the little teenager have such a murderous intention?

"There is nothing to be surprised about. Tianyinzong caught hundreds of children, and hundreds of them had been sucked into mummified corpses on the road, and then a monk of the ghost door appeared..." Xia Shaofeng slightly modified what happened. If he wanted to gain the trust of these people, Xia Shaofeng said it falsely and truthfully. When it comes to the later, the murderous intention is also more and more intense. If he has a chance one day, he will definitely return these tens of thousands of times of times to Song Wushuang.

"In this case, Song Wushuang's love sword is even afraid of the monks. How did you survive?" Xu Ping didn't believe it, and the name of the Tianchi Sword School has also been heard of it. Especially in recent years, the Tianchi Sword School and the Tianjian Academy have competed for the name of the first sword school that day. The reputation of the Tianchi Sword School has become more and more powerful, and the sword cultivation is originally very aggressive. The secret method of the Tianchi Sword School, Tianchi Desperate Sword has a supreme fierce name. People of the law have no feelings, and the sword of killing only goes as they want.

"That's it." Xia Shaofeng took out the fragments of the black jade trapped Taoist ring. Fortunately, the black jade Taoist had no time to take back the magic weapon and give Xia Shaofeng a reason.

"This should be a magic weapon for monks with more than distraction quality to exercise." Ren Wuya looked at the fragments in Xia Shaofeng's hand in surprise.

"When I was arrested that day, the black jade Taoist trapped me with this magic weapon. I heard him say that this was the black jade trapped ring refined for him by his ancestors. Unfortunately, the imitation dementor bell was taken back by the black jade Taoist. Xia Shaofeng said.

"The magic weapon refined by the ancestors of Tianyinzong? No wonder you can escape your life. You are really blessed. Shaofeng, take a break first. Since you are an orphan, go back to the sect to participate in the disciple selection. Ren Wuya said.

Xia Shaofeng looked at Ren Wuya and then walked back to the boathouse.

"I don't think this teenager came from the right place. Don't set yourself on fire." Ma Shangyang looked at Ren Wuya with a playful face

"I know it myself," Ren Wuya glanced at Ma Shangyang calmly, and then turned around and walked into the boathouse.

"Wond" Ma Shangyang hammered down the post angrily and strode back to the boathouse.

The night is very quiet, with only the continuous sound of waves.